Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing LL Cool J to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
UT,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.